A Bitter View

I went to the comic shop to cop some new boxes to replace three that are worn. When I lived with my grandmother for 2 years she had a lot of floods and 3 of my comic boxes were casualties. I know if I lived with my mother she would’ve been so happy. She’s always tried to stop me from collecting; the more she pressured me the more I bought ignoring my needs for clothes and whatever else. It was the only way I could tolerate living with her. Anyway, when I saw that 3 of my boxes were near destroyed because of the flood I was heartbroken. They were one of the things that meant a lot to me. The sad thing about it is that I kept them thinking most of them can be saved. I held onto them for a good 2 more years afterward till the bacteria in the books gave off a weird smell that funked up the living room of my place. Despite my mother/Landlord (hopefully not for long) complaining I decided to finally handle it. I opened the worst boxes and started salvaging the comics that could be saved. What I couldn’t I kept in the warped boxes to be trashed. It definitely hurts to throw away what has been with you for most of your life. I have one more box left because I bought 2 new ones instead of three. It also got me thinking what do I do if I decide to move out of state? The rental would kill me in the pocket. I truly don’t want to sell all my 22 boxes, heaven forbid I find a female into me and she’s not into having my collection around. I need suggestions.